I Am Black
I am black
Dark black in my skin
I have never thought of changing it
Or improving it in their eyes-
They that named me as a beast
They that maltreated me with their minds
They that enslaved, and hated me with all the books they know
I am still black.
I am black
Dark black is my skin
Black beauty is truly natural
They that said black is all bad
I have never hated my black skin
Mix all the colours of the rainbow
The colour you find is black
But as I was preaching black beauty
I heard my own dark black brother say,
“Black man with black sense”
Oh what a pity…
I had to cry.
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